How Many More Miles?

Today was not a great jog, it was an okay jog.

Stats:
Mileage: 5.8 (total this week: 11.6)

Time: 80 minutes (to show how it got worse, the first lap around Rice was 38 minutes, the second lap was 42 minutes).

Nutrition: A hell of a lot better than the previous day, but not perfect (I had three slices of pizza last night and one for breakfast before the run, but at least I ate fruits and vegetables as well)

Hydration: Good. I consumed almost three liters of water yesterday.

Pain: Not bad. Maybe a slight pull once on my Achilles tendon, but after 2 miles, I started feeling a new pain in my left lower shin.

The rundown: I arrived at Rice, not really wanting to keep my time, but I did it just out of curiosity. I started my watch, started the jog, and after a mile I started complaining. God, I did not want to run today. I decided I was only going to do one lap. Then an irritating thing happened: a speedwalker passed me. I am slow. My best time was a 11 minute mile, and that was in 30 degree weather last winter when I started jogging. Considering I haven't been running as much due to the heat and have gained 5 pounds since the San Diego marathon, I can manage to pull off a 13:30 minute mile. I was talking an interval walk break and a speedwalker passed me. Oh, no, I was not going to let that happen. So I started jogging again and got ahead. Then when it was time for my walk break, she'd pass me again (I take slow walk breaks). So we did this for about a mile until I just decided to take out the walk breaks (catch me now, speedwalker!) and I jogged the last mile stopping only for a red light. I was miserable, but my total time around Rice was 38 minutes, which I haven't done since... April maybe. I then stretched and pondered going another lap. I pondered for about 5 minutes. Then I said, "F**k it" and went on, slowly and bitching the entire way. So I barely did 5.8 miles and my heart wasn't in to it. Then I went to the gym and bitched as I lifted weights.

Now I am home, thankfully. The shower is calling my name and I feel obligated to answer.

Tomorrow is the 10k Turkey Trot. I will don my favorite singelet, the one that is purple and reads, "26.2 Miles and Still Smiling" and jog comfortably. And then eat pumpkin pie.